Rough Erotica

by Lexi Lovelost

  "Good morning."

  The bedroom door opened and there was Milo, standing there gallantly with a silver tray.

  "I thought that you would be a bit hungry. I know that I am famished."

  That smile.

  "I am. What time is it?"

  "I thought you could stand to sleep in. It's after nine a.m. Unless you have to go somewhere."

  She shook her head. "I don't. I have time to stay. And especially for breakfast."

  He set the tray down. "Wonderful. Here is yours. I will return with mine."

  Milo did just that, sitting in the bed next to her.

  "You did all of this for me, Milo?"

  He shrugged as if it was nothing much at all. "I did. I thought that you would appreciate a bit of hot breakfast and that well, after such a special day and night yesterday. I thought a little homemade breakfast would be in order."

  "Thank you. I appreciate it."

  "She sipped her coffee."

  "How is everything?"

  "The pancakes are so fluffy. Be careful. You could quickly spoil me with all of this good food."

  "I wasn't talking about the food."

  Talia set her fork down, sipped her coffee. Setting her mug down, she spoke.

  "Everything was beautiful. So unexpected and so very beautiful."

  Milo scooted closer to where Talia sat. He took her hand in his and kissed it delicately.

  "I wanted everything to be so special for you."

  "No regrets," she replied. "None whatsoever."

  7

  When Talia got the call that she had gotten the position in the new dance company, she could not be more ecstatic. The first person she thought to call was Milo. When he did not answer, she did not think twice. Instead she sent him a text and told him that she had good news.

  A knock at the door startled her. She was not expecting any company.

  When she opened there door, she could not see the person behind the extravagant bouquet of flowers.

  "Oh my," she squealed in excitement.

  "I hope you like them."

  "Milo."

  He entered her home at her invitation. "These are for you, Talia. I hope that you love them. Congratulations. But then, we knew that you would ace this."

  With one motion, Milo pulled Talia into his arms and whirled her around. He presented her the flowers as he dipped her and kissed her lips.

  "They are beautiful. Thank you, Milo."

  She took the flowers from him and set about finding an appropriate vase for them.

  "What was going through your mind that day of the audition? What motivated your focus? I never asked you. I sat in the audience that day and watched you and it was as if you were an entirely different person. I was intrigued and amazed to see that side of you come out in full force."

  Talia smiled. She could openly admit the answer. "You. You were my inspiration."

  Milo blushed. She had never seen the man blush. It was actually quite endearing for Talia to experience.

  "Really?" Milo replied.

  Talia shrugged as she arranged the flowers. "I don't know. Something inside of me awakened. Something inside of me wanted to push for more. I felt so free. Like I could do anything. The thought of my leg even being injured never even crossed my mind while I danced. I had this power. It was raw. I felt sexy. I felt unstoppable. And I just channeled all of that in my dance."

  Milo walked over to where she stood and kissed her hand. "I am so happy to have been a part of that experience. You have been this amazing creature from the start. I just wanted to make sure that you knew that, that you felt what I saw in you."

  His lips lightly brushed hers. "I would love to take you to dinner." He offered the entire kiss, planting his lips firmly on hers.

  "Dinner would be lovely. Thank you."

  Talia was not sure what was happening between herself and Milo but she was open to go along for the ride. Open to the romance of it and the sheer exhilaration. Over dinner, Milo made sure she laughed and smiled and that she was able to enjoy herself. For the first time in life, Talia felt a strength and a passion that she never wanted to stop feeling. It was if a fire was lit and as far as she was concerned, there would be no extinguishing the flames.

  Milo had lit that fire. And she wanted that fire to continue to burn as the Olympic torch burns, for years to come, never going out. Even if Milo would not be the man to tend to the fire, Talia had learned that living with that passion was necessary. And as far as she was concerned at this point, she would not live life any other way.

  Story 22

  “Make a short video of yourself masturbating on the Dean’s desk.”

  I choked, my mouthful of cocoa spewing out of my mouth and spraying across my laps and onto the floor as I threw a disbelieving look at my roommate and her giggling friends.

  “Euuwwww, Diane, could you be any more gross?” Lily Bass scolded as she threw me a box of Kleenex and turned her face away in disgust.

  I cleaned up the mess and looked up at Lily as I absently tossed the used tissue into the bin. “Have you completely lost it? How could you ask such a thing?”

  Lily looked back at me, “It’s called a dare, Scaredy Cat!”

  “Precisely,” Neila Dorman cut in. “You made me flash my boobs at Mr Reitman last week, didn’t you? That poor professor almost had a coronary.”

  “Yeah, but that was just —” I began.

  “A dare? You’re right. And I did it. This is also a dare.”

  I swallowed, “I had rather pay up.”

  “Fine! $20,000,” Lily stated nonchalantly, stretching forth her hand, palm up.

  I stared at her palm as though mesmerized. This had all started as a prank and now it was snowballing out of proportions. Where would I get $20,000? This was all my fault I thought. I had started these outrageous dares and just three weeks ago, Mandy Peters had almost sold her Aston Martin to pay up. She had finally carried out the dare; walked right up to the Dean and given him a hot slap in full view of an entire body of students. Then of course she had had to pretend to be having a seizure to keep from getting expelled.

  What would happen though if I didn’t pay? I looked at the other girls; Neila, Lily and Mandy. There was determination and silent anger in their eyes and for the first time I realized how much the girls really loathed me. What had I been thinking? This was madness. What had possessed me to rope these girls into this silly game? Now they were taking it so seriously that I just knew if I didn’t pay the damn money or do the dare, I would soon be facing the university panel talking my head off to avoid being expelled because of some false ‘anonymous’ report.

  “You—” I tried.

  “No way out of this one Diane. You made the rules; you started this dare and for the past two weeks I’ve been sucking your pussy every night to pay for not being able to take a nude picture with the school statue at high noon!” Lily spat.

  She looked very angry and now that I thought about it, I realized that perhaps she hadn’t enjoyed sucking my pussy as much as I had enjoyed it. Cumming in my roommate’s mouth every night for the past two weeks had been the highlight of my day; just thinking about the night pleasures awaiting me made me wet all day in class. Even now I could feel my clitoris swelling and pulsing in wicked anticipation.

  Say what you will about Lily Bass, the girl was good with her tongue— and her hands.

  For that matter, so was I, I thought. I licked my lips as a thought occurred, “Okay it was my mistake. I’ll suck you back for a whole month if you want. But I can’t masturbate on the Dean’s desk; it’s out of the question; someone is bound to see me and rat me out to the old geezer. I could get kicked out of school.”

  “Too bad,” Mandy said without an ounce of sympathy.

  “The one who chooses the dare chooses the punishment Diane,” Neila reminded me.

  “Yes, so as eager as you are to eat some pussy, you have to go fuck yourself on the Dean’s desk,” Lily said, her choice of words delib
erate. She detested me, I realized and she was letting me know in her own inimitable style. Lily was one of those brainy people who could play on words and make one sentence say fifty different things if she wanted. I had started this Impossible Dare challenge three weeks ago. The first week had been Mandy’s turn and she had had to slap the Dean or cough out fifty grand. She had done it in the end rather than sell her car. Neila had had to flash her boobs at Professor Reitman and Lily had had to suck my pussy every night because she had not been able to give a campaign speech naked; tonight was the last night of Lily’s two weeks of cunnilingus.

  I stared at her feeling the entire blood drain from my face. I was really in trouble, I realized.

  I swallowed my pride and looked up at all three girls as I pleaded, “Please. Choose some other dare. Anything.”

  Lily tossed her hair and looked away. Mandy looked down at her smartphone and Neila began to play with her nails.

  “Lily—”

  “Fine! Do it on Professor Eleftherios’ desk and take a video,” Lily said. “Final offer.”

  I stared at her beaten. It was not really much of a better option. Professor Calix Eleftherios was the guy every campus girl drooled over. He was Greek, tall, blonde and golden-eyed with a whip-cord lean physique, streaks of silver at his temples, and large masculine hands that made me think he must be seriously hung. I had taken his course last semester and it had been a miracle I had not made a fool of myself tripping for the guy. He was eye candy but he was also incredibly strict; he was even probably worse than the Dean! Why last two semesters, he had filed a sexual harassment suit against one Freshman for whistling when he walked by.

  If he caught me in his office, never mind masturbating on his desk, I would be dead before he handed me over to the school authorities.

  “Lily—” I tried again.

  “Oh and don’t forget to take off your panties before you get there. It would be much quicker for you so you can get in and out before you’re caught,” Neila suggested, her voice ringing with malicious laughter.

  I stared at the three laughing girls in my room and suddenly I realized that this was not about the dare; not really. This, for them, was about humiliation: my humiliation. They wanted me begging and groveling at their feet; they wanted to savor my defeat and humiliation. Me. Diane Macpherson. They didn’t know whom they were dealing with.

  The witch in me awakened in fiery anger and just like that I knew I was not only going to masturbate on the Professor’s desk, I was going to enjoy it too. I was going to cum hard and fast on that hard oak table that anyone who saw the video would know I wasn’t there to just “fuck myself” as Lily put it, I was there to make wild love to myself!

  I rose to my feet and without another word, I strode to my closet. Hushed silence fell over the other three girls as they watched my every move with disbelief. They had not expected me to do it, I realized. They had more to learn.

  Diane Macpherson was so many things, but a coward was not one of them. I ruled my world with an iron fist hidden away in silk gloves. I was Student Body President for the third time running and I had never been known to beg anyone; yet I had begged these three cretins and they wanted more? Never!

  I jerked my sweatshirt over my head and tossed it onto the floor. I had nothing on underneath and my huge size 36D boobs swung this way and that. I was always very proud of my boobs; they were firm and perky despite my huge size and they never failed to cause a guy to break in his stride and do a double take. It didn’t hurt either that I was an extremely pretty brunette with long curly eyelashes that fanned against my cheeks and softened my face even more. I had wide blue eyes that gave me a deceptively innocent appearance, a tiny, red, button mouth and an hour-glass figure. My hips curved sinfully beneath my round butt-cheeks and I had long, straight, slim legs that my ex had remarked, “seemed to go on forever”.

  I was twenty and very aware of my own sexuality; I reveled in it. That was probably why nothing gave me more joy than watching the top of Lily’s head disappear between my thighs. My clitoris twitched in warning at the thought and I gave myself a light slap on the thigh.

  Time to refocus. I needed to get dressed and be in and out of Professor Calix Eleftherios’ office before some bright-eyed janitor saw me. I grabbed a short flared dress done in a popular African fabric, ankara. The feel of the soft almost-cottony material and its jarringly bright colors was just what I needed right now. I grabbed my white lace bra and the matching panties and tugged them on. Then I pulled the dress over my head and down my body.

  I shoved my feet in a pair of white converse and grabbed my small leather tote purse.

  “I’m going,” I announced. Belatedly I reached back into my drawer and grabbed my biggest dildo. I heard Neila gasp in admiration but I ignored her.

  “Uh-huh. And what will you take the video with?” Lily demanded.

  I stared at her as though she had grown too dumb to live. “My phone?”

  I didn’t add duh but I think she sensed the sarcasm anyway.

  She started to say something, saw the evil eye I gave her and wisely changed her mind.

  I grabbed my iPhone from its position on my bed and slammed out of the room.

  It was a good thing I had decided to wear a converse, I thought few minutes later as I landed on my feet after climbing in through the Professor’s window. Who knew the man also locked his office? He was such a fastidious soul, I thought in wry amusement as I looked around for the best position. I spied a comfy looking sofa and started for it when I remembered it was supposed to be the desk.

  With a sigh, I headed towards the desk. It was huge and big. I climbed onto it from his side and spread my legs wide. I had already positioned the iPhone high up close to the AC vent and then I took out my dildo. It was pink and rubbery.

  Eyes fastened on the iPhone, I carried the dildo to my lips and licked it slowly with my tongue. I winked at the camera and then I lay down on the desk and spread my legs wide. I used my left hand to pull my lace panties to the side and then with my right I began to thrust the dildo in and out of my pussy. Harder, faster.

  I had already gotten enough for the camera but I was horny as fuck. I had been horny all day and before I knew it I was moaning and groaning and writhing as I fucked myself—literally— on Professor Eleftherios’ desk. I used my other hand and began to rotate it gently in circles; round and round and round on the tiny nub of flesh that gave extra pleasure on my clitoris.

  I was close, I realized, my hips wriggling as I rubbed the soft dildo over and over again against my G-spot. Pleasure pooled between my thighs and the tension began to build as I came dangerously close to an orgasm.

  I threw my head back and began to moan throatily and loudly, forgetting my surroundings, as my pussy began to tense and —

  “What the fuck?!”

  The familiar voice was like being doused with a full bucket of ice water. Arousal fled immediately and I jack-knifed to a seating position even as I automatically ripped the sodding wet dildo out of my pussy.

  I was trembling from head to foot as I scrambled off the desk and turned to face the angry professor.

  Professor Calix Eleftherios was here! In person! I was dead! I was officially dead!

  Calix Eleftherioswas even more handsome than I remembered in a navy blue turtle-neck sweater and a pair of stone-wash jeans. He was also angrier than I had ever seen him. His teeth was grinding quietly together as he stared at me in silence.

  I was shaking so badly I was afraid my knees wouldn’t support me for much longer. I had always prided myself on being fearless— and I was— but today every last courage had deserted me as I waited for the professor to say something.

  He shut the door behind him, the quiet click ominous in the strained silence and then he tossed his briefcase onto the sofa I had been eyeing earlier.

  He flicked me a glance and I felt impaled on his gaze. He had this golden sort of eyes that reminded me of a lion prowling hungrily in the jungle in search of
prey.

  I clasped both hands in front of me in silent plea as I began to shake my head. “Please. I’m so sorry sir. Please. It was a mistake.”

  He didn’t seem impressed as he took off his coat and headed for the coat rack. He hung it up and headed towards his chair behind the desk. I was in his way so I quickly skirted around the other side of the desk. He plunged onto his chair and looked up at me.

  “Who are you?”

  I licked my lips. “Um, Lilian Cooper,” I lied.

  “Nice try, Diane. Diane Macpherson, Finance major.”

  My eyes widened into saucers. He knew my name—my full name— and my major?

  “Um, yes. I’m sorry I lied sir. I was afraid.”

  “Afraid?”

  “Yes sir. Of what you might do to me,” I whispered, staring brokenly at my converse as I waited for him to call security and hand me over.

  “You weren’t scared when you came up with the bright idea of coming into my office and… pleasuring yourself right on my desk?” he demanded, his gaze trained on my face. “Why scared now?”

  I swallowed and looked up determined to somehow talk my way out of this one. It was the only way. I couldn’t claim a fake identity; the man fucking knew my name and department. I had to appeal to his humane side.

  “Listen Prof, I could lie and say I was sleepwalking or under the influence or anything. But I’m not gonna do that okay? I’m just gonna give it to you straight and not lie.”

  “That would be refreshing,” he agreed.

  I sighed. He wasn’t going to let go of the fact that I lied about my name was he? Suddenly I almost hated him. Then I looked up at his cute face and I just didn’t have it in me to hate him.

  “My friends made me do it,” I whispered.

  He looked around the otherwise empty office, before looking back at me with a confused look on his handsome face. His meaning was clear: friends? What friends? There was no one besides both of us.

  “We had a dare,” I added in explanation.

  A muscle worked in his jaw as he regarded me in stony silence. “Are you a bunch of preschoolers?” he demanded, his Greek accent coming through heavily in the strained words.